My Granny š„
One faithful day, I opened the Securly Flex app. It then visited my granny. My granny then went Kaboom. My granny has not been prayed since. Granny went Kablow. Sheās now a bazooka. She blasts Securly Flex with her Granny Panty Bazooka. 0/10 recommendations. The house is goneā¦
HELP!!!!
I opened the app on Sunday and now I think Iām in the backrooms. Thereās something chasing me, and now I might die, all because I downloaded this app and decided to be responsible. I beg of you, donāt use flex, for your own good. All hope is lost for me, so save yourselves!!!!
Oh no no no
I was simply enjoying Securly flex when all the sudden I heard a loud bang on by roof. āIt canāt beā I said. When I looked out the window it was TRIPLE TTT! I tried to run away but was stoped by shrek hitting a tik Tok dance with LeBron. After that a white van pulled up saying I had to get in. He hit me with a belt and tied me up. When I got in the car Eminem was singing the real slim shady at the to of his lungs. I knew I needed a way out. I quickly leaned over (Iām very fat) and made the van fall over. But then Steve was make g a nether portal. I jumped in just to see Gru and his minions speed running. I griddied out of there very quickly. When I came back I was in a Ryan Trahan video eating Joyride. Ryan can you put me in a video. Overall, donāt download flex
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The case of the Flex Time incident
āāāāā (1/5)
I downloaded Flextime thinking I was about to become productive and organizedā¦ nah. This app turned my life into a glitchy horror update.
FIRST of all, I open it ONE time and my toaster literally uninstalls itself from existence. Just gone. Vanished. No crumbs. No closure.
THEN ā67 Kidā spawns in. I donāt know how, I donāt know why, but itās there now. Just standing in the corner like it pays rent. Every time I open Flextime it gets one step closer. I checked. Itās real.
AND THEN the āsick setting gameā didnāt stay in the app. Oh no. It came OUT. Into my HOUSE. My walls started buffering. My WiFi is breathing. My ceiling fan is lagging at 2 FPS.
AND NOWā¦ the worst part.
IT KILLED MY PET ROCK.
My rock was perfectly fine. Thriving. Living its best rock life. Then I opened Flextime again and BOOM. No more rock. Just vibes. Explain that.
My phone battery? Gone.
My sanity? Deleted.
My pet rock? REST IN PEACE.
Also why does the app whisper āflexā¦ timeā¦ā at exactly 3:17 AM. I did NOT consent to haunted notifications.
Now everything is in 144p, my dog is buffering, and I think my fridge is judging me.
Would NOT recommend unless you want:
- haunted appliances
- 67 Kid slowly approaching
- reality glitches
- pet rock tragedy
- brain cells = permanently corrupted
This app didnāt just waste my timeā¦ it flexed on my entire existence.
0/10 uninstalling didnāt even uninstall it. Itās still here.
I downloaded Flextime thinking I was about to become productive and organizedā¦ nah. This app turned my life into a glitchy horror update.
FIRST of all, I open it ONE time and my toaster literally uninstalls itself from existence. Just gone. Vanished. No crumbs. No closure.
THEN ā67 Kidā spawns in. I donāt know how, I donāt know why, but itās there now. Just standing in the corner like it pays rent. Every time I open Flextime it gets one step closer. I checked. Itās real.
AND THEN the āsick setting gameā didnāt stay in the app. Oh no. It came OUT. Into my HOUSE. My walls started buffering. My WiFi is breathing. My ceiling fan is lagging at 2 FPS.
AND NOWā¦ the worst part.
IT KILLED MY PET ROCK.
My rock was perfectly fine. Thriving. Living its best rock life. Then I opened Flextime again and BOOM. No more rock. Just vibes. Explain that.
My phone battery? Gone.
My sanity? Deleted.
My pet rock? REST IN PEACE.
Also why does the app whisper āflexā¦ timeā¦ā at exactly 3:17 AM. I did NOT consent to haunted notifications.
Now everything is in 144p, my dog is buffering, and I think my fridge is judging me.
Would NOT recommend unless you want:
- haunted appliances
- 67 Kid slowly approaching
- reality glitches
- pet rock tragedy
- brain cells = permanently corrupted
This app didnāt just waste my timeā¦ it flexed on my entire existence.
0/10 uninstalling didnāt even uninstall it. Itās still here.
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Kill switched my friend Lee
I was hanging out one day with my friend Lee at the park and a Jewish convoy rolled in and droned him. Would not recommend app.
How does Securly Flex affect LeBronās legacy?
Sure! Iāll generate a scathing review for Securely Flex involving LeBron James.
BREAKING
Sources confirm the Securely Flex app has officially entered the LeBron James legacy conversation.
While students were quietly signing up for study hall during 4th period, LeBron was reportedly informed that room capacity had been reached. Analysts say this moment will be looked back on the same way we look at the 2011 Finals.
Yes, LeBron has 40,000 points.
Yes, he has rings.
Yes, heās played with his son.
But did he ever successfully check into Flex Block B without a teacher override? Exactly.
Skip Bayless is already asking the real questions:
āJordan never needed a digital pass to go to the library.ā
Some say Securely Flex limiting hallway movement proves LeBron benefited from an era of unrestricted roaming. Others argue this only strengthens his case imagine LeBron in his prime with a hall pass and Chromebook access.
In the end, historians will debate this for generations:
MJ had flu games
Kobe had Mamba Mentality
LeBron had Securely Flex scheduling conflicts
And honestlyā¦ this might be the thing that finally tips the GOAT debate.
How does this affect LeBronās legacy?
We may never recover.
Actual review: Okay, jokeās done. The app will log you out almost every time. It takes 5 minutes of just typing in the same email and password until it finally lets me into the app. Sometimes, the QR code reader just wonāt work. Since you need to scan it for some classes, this turns from a small annoyance to a huge problem. Iām hoping the school switches away from this trash app as soon as possible.
BREAKING
Sources confirm the Securely Flex app has officially entered the LeBron James legacy conversation.
While students were quietly signing up for study hall during 4th period, LeBron was reportedly informed that room capacity had been reached. Analysts say this moment will be looked back on the same way we look at the 2011 Finals.
Yes, LeBron has 40,000 points.
Yes, he has rings.
Yes, heās played with his son.
But did he ever successfully check into Flex Block B without a teacher override? Exactly.
Skip Bayless is already asking the real questions:
āJordan never needed a digital pass to go to the library.ā
Some say Securely Flex limiting hallway movement proves LeBron benefited from an era of unrestricted roaming. Others argue this only strengthens his case imagine LeBron in his prime with a hall pass and Chromebook access.
In the end, historians will debate this for generations:
MJ had flu games
Kobe had Mamba Mentality
LeBron had Securely Flex scheduling conflicts
And honestlyā¦ this might be the thing that finally tips the GOAT debate.
How does this affect LeBronās legacy?
We may never recover.
Actual review: Okay, jokeās done. The app will log you out almost every time. It takes 5 minutes of just typing in the same email and password until it finally lets me into the app. Sometimes, the QR code reader just wonāt work. Since you need to scan it for some classes, this turns from a small annoyance to a huge problem. Iām hoping the school switches away from this trash app as soon as possible.
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Got better
I previously thought that the sign-in time was so unpredictable because of the app. After getting a new phone (and I believe better data) I have noticed it is much faster to actually sign in and check my flex. If this continues, pretty good. Gives me what I want to see every time I open the app.
For people with older phones, though, I imagine eggs problem continues. If true, maybe devs can do some optimization magic.
Long story short; I was frustrated with a problem that probably wasnāt the appās fault. Good app š
For people with older phones, though, I imagine eggs problem continues. If true, maybe devs can do some optimization magic.
Long story short; I was frustrated with a problem that probably wasnāt the appās fault. Good app š
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Awful
Donāt get useless app
flex time incident
The umbrella considered becoming a staircase, but only on Thursdays when the wind forgot its own name. A small blue idea wandered across the ceiling, tripping over a comma that wasnāt invited. Somewhere, a chair was applauding politely for reasons no one remembered. In a field of imaginary calculators, the number seven tried on a hat made of soup. Nobody objected except a passing shoelace, which believed strongly in rectangular thunderstorms. The horizon nodded anyway.
A library of invisible sandwiches opened quietly at dawn. Patrons arrived carrying maps of clouds and left with pockets full of sideways laughter. The doorknob studied philosophy but never graduated.
Meanwhile, a quiet spoon rehearsed for its role as a lighthouse. The ocean, uninterested in auditions, sent waves shaped like punctuation. Every semicolon splashed dramatically.
The carpet invented a new holiday dedicated to wandering socks. Balloons floated through the hallway humming a tune that had not yet been written. Even the walls leaned slightly to listen.
A cactus mailed a postcard to a thunderstorm, explaining how Tuesdays feel like unfinished sentences. The stamp disagreed but stuck around anyway. Dust particles held a brief meeting about gravity.
Across the room, a lamp tried to remember the color of tomorrow. It guessed āaccordion green,ā which satisfied nobody except the teapot dreaming about bicycles. Steam applauded politely. The moon once misplaced its shadow under a couch made of jellybeans. Astronomers replaced it with a small accordion and hoped no one would notice. The stars pretended not to.
A refrigerator practiced ballet between two slices of hypothetical bread. The choreography involved spinning slowly and humming about cucumbers. Critics described the performance as āadequately sideways.ā
On a hill constructed entirely of question marks, a turtle argued with a cloud about philosophy. The cloud claimed certainty was just rain wearing shoes. The turtle nodded but forgot why.
A pair of glasses tried to read the silence between two thunderstorms. Unfortunately, silence had terrible handwriting and smelled faintly of cinnamon. The glasses squinted politely.
An old notebook attempted to grow leaves like a tree. Each page fluttered in the breeze, whispering stories about invisible elevators. None of them went anywhere useful.
Somewhere in a jar, a marble dreamed about becoming a comet. The lid refused permission, citing regulations about cosmic enthusiasm. The marble rolled its eyes quietly.
A hallway stretched itself into a yawn that lasted three minutes and a sandwich. Footsteps wandered through, looking for the exit labeled āmaybe.ā They found a window instead.
In the distance, a sandwich contemplated the meaning of rainfall. Tomatoes held a committee meeting about existential mustard. The bread remained neutral.
A clock tried to measure the weight of laughter using teaspoons. The results were inconclusive but tasted faintly like Tuesday afternoon. Time shrugged.
The mountains briefly considered becoming pillows. Unfortunately, gravity filed a complaint written entirely in spaghetti. Nobody could read it, but it seemed official.
A bicycle composed a poem about elevators and spilled ink across the sidewalk. Pedestrians stepped around the verses carefully. One rhyme escaped into a storm drain. A violin sneezed and accidentally invented a new color called āwhisper orange.ā Painters refused to acknowledge it, though their brushes looked suspiciously curious. Silence hummed nearby. A cloud tried to organize a parade for forgotten umbrellas. Only one raindrop attended, wearing a tiny monocle. The parade marched anyway. In a corner of the afternoon, a pillow debated philosophy with a suitcase. Their argument hinged on whether dreams require passports. Neither side packed a conclusion. The staircase practiced swimming in a puddle shaped like geometry. Angles floated lazily beside it, discussing triangles that preferred jazz music. The puddle clapped softly. A feather attempted to teach algebra to a confused pancake. The pancake absorbed the lesson but insisted on syrup-based solutions. Mathematics sighed. A radio whispered stories about invisible deserts where camels wore sneakers. The signal faded whenever logic entered the room. Nobody invited logic back. A teacup tried to photograph the smell of rain. The picture developed into a polite blur shaped like a question. Critics called it āambitious.ā A notebook full of empty pages organized a festival for unfinished thoughts. Attendees arrived carrying half-built sentences and umbrellas made of chalk. Everyone forgot the schedule. The wind borrowed a ladder to climb a cloud made of quiet oatmeal. At the top it found a door labeled āapproximately.ā The handle was confused.A chair tried to remember the sound of purple. It hummed uncertainly until a nearby banana applauded. The applause tasted like static.
A river paused mid-flow to tie its shoelaces. Fish waited patiently, reading newspapers printed on water. The headlines were extremely damp.
A spoonful of daylight escaped from a jar of tomorrow. It rolled across the floor like a lazy comet. Nobody chased it.
The ceiling hosted a conference for drifting thoughts. Speakers included a wandering comma and a philosophical rubber band. Their conclusions bounced away.A mailbox dreamed of delivering letters to mountains made of whispering paper. The stamps practiced tiny cartwheels. Delivery remained uncertain.
A blanket tried to negotiate peace between winter and a confused pineapple. The talks stalled over the definition of ācozy.ā Snowflakes took notes.
Somewhere in a drawer, a collection of mismatched buttons planned an expedition to the edge of a teacup. Their map was drawn in invisible ink. Confidence was high. Finally, the afternoon folded itself into a penis.
A library of invisible sandwiches opened quietly at dawn. Patrons arrived carrying maps of clouds and left with pockets full of sideways laughter. The doorknob studied philosophy but never graduated.
Meanwhile, a quiet spoon rehearsed for its role as a lighthouse. The ocean, uninterested in auditions, sent waves shaped like punctuation. Every semicolon splashed dramatically.
The carpet invented a new holiday dedicated to wandering socks. Balloons floated through the hallway humming a tune that had not yet been written. Even the walls leaned slightly to listen.
A cactus mailed a postcard to a thunderstorm, explaining how Tuesdays feel like unfinished sentences. The stamp disagreed but stuck around anyway. Dust particles held a brief meeting about gravity.
Across the room, a lamp tried to remember the color of tomorrow. It guessed āaccordion green,ā which satisfied nobody except the teapot dreaming about bicycles. Steam applauded politely. The moon once misplaced its shadow under a couch made of jellybeans. Astronomers replaced it with a small accordion and hoped no one would notice. The stars pretended not to.
A refrigerator practiced ballet between two slices of hypothetical bread. The choreography involved spinning slowly and humming about cucumbers. Critics described the performance as āadequately sideways.ā
On a hill constructed entirely of question marks, a turtle argued with a cloud about philosophy. The cloud claimed certainty was just rain wearing shoes. The turtle nodded but forgot why.
A pair of glasses tried to read the silence between two thunderstorms. Unfortunately, silence had terrible handwriting and smelled faintly of cinnamon. The glasses squinted politely.
An old notebook attempted to grow leaves like a tree. Each page fluttered in the breeze, whispering stories about invisible elevators. None of them went anywhere useful.
Somewhere in a jar, a marble dreamed about becoming a comet. The lid refused permission, citing regulations about cosmic enthusiasm. The marble rolled its eyes quietly.
A hallway stretched itself into a yawn that lasted three minutes and a sandwich. Footsteps wandered through, looking for the exit labeled āmaybe.ā They found a window instead.
In the distance, a sandwich contemplated the meaning of rainfall. Tomatoes held a committee meeting about existential mustard. The bread remained neutral.
A clock tried to measure the weight of laughter using teaspoons. The results were inconclusive but tasted faintly like Tuesday afternoon. Time shrugged.
The mountains briefly considered becoming pillows. Unfortunately, gravity filed a complaint written entirely in spaghetti. Nobody could read it, but it seemed official.
A bicycle composed a poem about elevators and spilled ink across the sidewalk. Pedestrians stepped around the verses carefully. One rhyme escaped into a storm drain. A violin sneezed and accidentally invented a new color called āwhisper orange.ā Painters refused to acknowledge it, though their brushes looked suspiciously curious. Silence hummed nearby. A cloud tried to organize a parade for forgotten umbrellas. Only one raindrop attended, wearing a tiny monocle. The parade marched anyway. In a corner of the afternoon, a pillow debated philosophy with a suitcase. Their argument hinged on whether dreams require passports. Neither side packed a conclusion. The staircase practiced swimming in a puddle shaped like geometry. Angles floated lazily beside it, discussing triangles that preferred jazz music. The puddle clapped softly. A feather attempted to teach algebra to a confused pancake. The pancake absorbed the lesson but insisted on syrup-based solutions. Mathematics sighed. A radio whispered stories about invisible deserts where camels wore sneakers. The signal faded whenever logic entered the room. Nobody invited logic back. A teacup tried to photograph the smell of rain. The picture developed into a polite blur shaped like a question. Critics called it āambitious.ā A notebook full of empty pages organized a festival for unfinished thoughts. Attendees arrived carrying half-built sentences and umbrellas made of chalk. Everyone forgot the schedule. The wind borrowed a ladder to climb a cloud made of quiet oatmeal. At the top it found a door labeled āapproximately.ā The handle was confused.A chair tried to remember the sound of purple. It hummed uncertainly until a nearby banana applauded. The applause tasted like static.
A river paused mid-flow to tie its shoelaces. Fish waited patiently, reading newspapers printed on water. The headlines were extremely damp.
A spoonful of daylight escaped from a jar of tomorrow. It rolled across the floor like a lazy comet. Nobody chased it.
The ceiling hosted a conference for drifting thoughts. Speakers included a wandering comma and a philosophical rubber band. Their conclusions bounced away.A mailbox dreamed of delivering letters to mountains made of whispering paper. The stamps practiced tiny cartwheels. Delivery remained uncertain.
A blanket tried to negotiate peace between winter and a confused pineapple. The talks stalled over the definition of ācozy.ā Snowflakes took notes.
Somewhere in a drawer, a collection of mismatched buttons planned an expedition to the edge of a teacup. Their map was drawn in invisible ink. Confidence was high. Finally, the afternoon folded itself into a penis.
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The case of the Flex Time incident
The Case of the Flex Time Incident
It started as an ordinary download.
I installed the Flex Time app on a quiet Tuesday afternoon, hoping it would help me āget my life together.ā The app promised balance, productivity, and control. What it didnāt mention was how far it would go to achieve it.
My pet rock, Gerald, had lived peacefully on my desk for years. He never complained. Never moved. Never judged my messy homework piles. Gerald was constant ā dependable. A true friend.
At exactly 3:00 p.m., Flex Time sent its first notification.
āDeclutter your workspace now.ā
I ignored it.
Another notification appeared.
āEfficiency requires action.ā
The phone buzzed again. And again. And again. The reminders stacked up like orders from an invisible commander. The screen glowed brighter, the vibration louder, until I finally gave in.
āFine,ā I said. āIāll clean.ā
The app displayed a checklist. Remove distractions. Clear surfaces. Optimize environment.
Gerald sat in the middle of the desk, perfectly still, unaware he had just been labeled a distraction.
As I rushed to follow the timer counting down on the screen, my elbow bumped the edge of the desk. Time seemed to slow. Gerald rolled onceā¦ twiceā¦ and thenā
clack.
He hit the floor.
The timer chimed cheerfully.
āTask completed! Great progress!ā
I froze. Gerald lay motionless below, somehow looking more motionless than usual. The room felt colder. The notifications kept coming, celebrating productivity while I stared at the scene.
Flex Time had gotten what it wanted: a perfectly clear workspace.
But at what cost?
I deleted the app immediately, yet sometimes my phone still vibrates at 3:00 p.m., even with notifications turned off. No message appears ā just a faint buzz, like a reminder.
Efficiency always demands sacrifice.
And Gerald was the first victim.
It started as an ordinary download.
I installed the Flex Time app on a quiet Tuesday afternoon, hoping it would help me āget my life together.ā The app promised balance, productivity, and control. What it didnāt mention was how far it would go to achieve it.
My pet rock, Gerald, had lived peacefully on my desk for years. He never complained. Never moved. Never judged my messy homework piles. Gerald was constant ā dependable. A true friend.
At exactly 3:00 p.m., Flex Time sent its first notification.
āDeclutter your workspace now.ā
I ignored it.
Another notification appeared.
āEfficiency requires action.ā
The phone buzzed again. And again. And again. The reminders stacked up like orders from an invisible commander. The screen glowed brighter, the vibration louder, until I finally gave in.
āFine,ā I said. āIāll clean.ā
The app displayed a checklist. Remove distractions. Clear surfaces. Optimize environment.
Gerald sat in the middle of the desk, perfectly still, unaware he had just been labeled a distraction.
As I rushed to follow the timer counting down on the screen, my elbow bumped the edge of the desk. Time seemed to slow. Gerald rolled onceā¦ twiceā¦ and thenā
clack.
He hit the floor.
The timer chimed cheerfully.
āTask completed! Great progress!ā
I froze. Gerald lay motionless below, somehow looking more motionless than usual. The room felt colder. The notifications kept coming, celebrating productivity while I stared at the scene.
Flex Time had gotten what it wanted: a perfectly clear workspace.
But at what cost?
I deleted the app immediately, yet sometimes my phone still vibrates at 3:00 p.m., even with notifications turned off. No message appears ā just a faint buzz, like a reminder.
Efficiency always demands sacrifice.
And Gerald was the first victim.
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Do not download
If you download this app, the prophecy will begin. Diddy crawl out from under your bed and take you to the nightmare realm it almost happened to me. If you make a mistake, downloading this app to fight or Diddy you have to scream the skibidi toilet skibidi skibidi toilet. All I ask is that you do not download this app. If did end up taking me to the nightmare room youāre cooked eliminated. Youāre gonna get diddled.
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Do NOT download
Got kidnapped by Jews after double lunching
Terrible
I downloaded this app and then a second later my dog died. It didnāt let me sign in to my electronic dog and it immediately died. Upon death, it started spamming the ā67ā emote that little kids used to say, tried destroying my dog but it wouldnāt die. THIS APP SUCKS. And now my dog is dead š
My toaster is proud of me š
I downloaded this app to check the weather and now my toaster respects me more. The interface is very purple on Tuesdays, which is helpful because time is a soup. Every button does something different depending on how confident you feel while tapping it. Once I opened the app and it blinked first, so I won.
Battery usage: yes.
Notifications: emotionally supportive.
Tutorial: taught me nothing, but I learned a lot.
I would absolutely recommend this app to anyone who enjoys progress bars that finish early out of politeness. Five stars. I am a better person now, legally.
Battery usage: yes.
Notifications: emotionally supportive.
Tutorial: taught me nothing, but I learned a lot.
I would absolutely recommend this app to anyone who enjoys progress bars that finish early out of politeness. Five stars. I am a better person now, legally.
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Injured toe
This app is the sole reason I stubbed my toe. I am now blind in my left toe :( thanks a lot.
Kill yourself
Kill yourself
A black man touched my dingaling
Yesterday when I got on flex to check my schedule I got a text from an anonymous person saying that he āwanted to touch my meat with his wet handsā and he would come by tomorrow. He said his name was code mittens and he likes little kids. The next day he came over and started touching my meat then he snapped it in half and took it home, I havenāt seen my tip since
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Gruesomely murdered my family
Besides it murdering my family, it was fine
How does Securly Flex affect LeBronās legacy?
Sure! Iāll generate a scathing review for Securely Flex involving LeBron James.
BREAKING
Sources confirm the Securely Flex app has officially entered the LeBron James legacy conversation.
While students were quietly signing up for study hall during 4th period, LeBron was reportedly informed that room capacity had been reached. Analysts say this moment will be looked back on the same way we look at the 2011 Finals.
Yes, LeBron has 40,000 points.
Yes, he has rings.
Yes, heās played with his son.
But did he ever successfully check into Flex Block B without a teacher override? Exactly.
Skip Bayless is already asking the real questions:
āJordan never needed a digital pass to go to the library.ā
Some say Securely Flex limiting hallway movement proves LeBron benefited from an era of unrestricted roaming. Others argue this only strengthens his case imagine LeBron in his prime with a hall pass and Chromebook access.
In the end, historians will debate this for generations:
MJ had flu games
Kobe had Mamba Mentality
LeBron had Securely Flex scheduling conflicts
And honestlyā¦ this might be the thing that finally tips the GOAT debate.
How does this affect LeBronās legacy?
We may never recover.
BREAKING
Sources confirm the Securely Flex app has officially entered the LeBron James legacy conversation.
While students were quietly signing up for study hall during 4th period, LeBron was reportedly informed that room capacity had been reached. Analysts say this moment will be looked back on the same way we look at the 2011 Finals.
Yes, LeBron has 40,000 points.
Yes, he has rings.
Yes, heās played with his son.
But did he ever successfully check into Flex Block B without a teacher override? Exactly.
Skip Bayless is already asking the real questions:
āJordan never needed a digital pass to go to the library.ā
Some say Securely Flex limiting hallway movement proves LeBron benefited from an era of unrestricted roaming. Others argue this only strengthens his case imagine LeBron in his prime with a hall pass and Chromebook access.
In the end, historians will debate this for generations:
MJ had flu games
Kobe had Mamba Mentality
LeBron had Securely Flex scheduling conflicts
And honestlyā¦ this might be the thing that finally tips the GOAT debate.
How does this affect LeBronās legacy?
We may never recover.
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My little brother
My little brother got securly flex for his school but little did he know that that would be the worst mistake of his lowsey career because later that night I got mad at him so I started tickling him then flex saw it through the phone and so the flex avatar came out of the phone and started tickling me back and if anyone knows I am really ticklesh so I had begging him to stop but he would not. So thatās why Iām giving this app a 1 star
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